Hold Your Breath 02 - Unmasking the Marquess by K.J. Jackson Read Free Book Online

sensitive nubbin. She gasped a breath. “Nowhere near pain.”
    “God help me, we do this slow, then.” Killian grabbed her hips and began to guide her body onto his shaft.
    “In here?” Reanna’s eyes went wide.
    Killian grimaced. He was just about to enter her, and the need to be buried deep within her was breaking him. “Yes, right here, right now, love.”
    His fingers spread her wide, and Killian brought her down atop him, not controlling his thick groan as he slid into her tightness.
    Water quickly found the edge of the tub, splashing out as Killian found his rhythm, and Reanna rode, nails in his shoulders, following his lead.
    His hands attacked her body, no morsel left untouched, and he continued to dive down between them, teasing her, plying her folds into pitching against him. She held nothing back, begging him with her screams.
    Eyes closed, head back, her passion had Killian’s eyes riveted to her every movement. Her hands had ripped from him to grip the sides of the copper tub so she could lean back and offer him better access. He took full advantage. She had not reached orgasm yet, and he doubted he could hold back another instant before he burst inside of her.
    Then, just as her mouth opened to scream, her body tightening around him, Killian exploded, all sight and sound lost to him.
    It was the purest pleasure he had ever felt with a woman.
    The thought struck him—and didn’t leave his mind for the rest of the night.
    ~~~
    Reanna spun onto her side in the large bed, pulling the deep blue coverlet with her and tucking it up under chin. Dreams floating away, her eyes flew open when reality hit. She was married, and, good God, the things Killian had done to her last night.
    Reanna closed her eyes as the memories of this bed and the copper tub flooded her mind. Her body tingled at the memories, even as she could feel her cheeks go red in embarrassment.
    But there was no need to be embarrassed. Killian had taken her to those wonderful highs, and she knew he wouldn’t want her to be embarrassed by them.
    Killian—she rolled over, searching for him, but he wasn’t in bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she surveyed the room. She had paid no attention to it last night. Masculine. Dark mahogany overwhelmed the room, from gleaming wood floors, to the tables, chairs, wardrobe, and long writing desk scattered in the space. Several tapestries hung along the walls in muted darkness, deep rich colors played out scenes of military conquests from long ago.
    Reanna swung her feet to the floor and stepped from the bed, immediately realizing she was naked. She rushed to her night rail that had been strewn across a chair by the bed. Not that it covered up much of her nudity.
    Killian wasn’t in the room, but Reanna knew she had slept overly long and couldn’t expect her husband to lounge about, waiting for her to grace the morning with her presence.
    Reluctant to leave the room that she had, in one night, grown to love, for it was where Killian had finally, after all these months, made her his own, she turned to the door adjoining the two suites.
    Hugging herself, she moved into her room, intent on changing and getting ready for the day as quickly as possible. She couldn’t wait to join her husband in whatever he had planned for the first day of their honeymoon.

{ Chapter 4 }
    Killian stared at the glass of brandy before him, an ancient Egyptian flint knife flipping casually in his hand, as he debated whether or not he would down the amber liquid. The decanter was near empty and brandy had already cost him too much last night. He wasn’t about to repeat that mistake. Especially not with the girl still around.
    He turned his chair around and looked out the large pane of glass that ran the expanse of his study. Precise, manicured lawns rolled down the sloping hill before him, the bright morning sun and vibrant greenery of early summer doing nothing to lighten his mood. Birds chirped off in the distance, madcap